Dean and Sam sit in the waiting room of the hospital that-in Dean's opinion-is becoming far too familiar. They sit there while the doctors operate on Adam for what feels like forever, but no one said Dean was a patient person to begin with. He doesn't even think about school-neither did Sam and that's the shock of a lifetime-or about if he's going to get in trouble with the principal. At one point a nurse tells them he's out of surgery but still unconscious so they aren't allowed to see him yet.
He zones out until someone shakes his shoulder. He's more than surprised when he sees Cas and Gabe standing in the hall. Cas looks a bit disheveled and sheepish, but he's smiling a comforting smile as he sits next to Dean.
"I didn't realize I'd been sitting here for eight hours plus," Dean murmurs.
"You, uh…you weren't." Cas blushes and looks away.
Dean pulls out his phone and checks the time gawking when it glares twelve thirty at him.
"You ditched school?" Dean asks, rather loudly.
Gabe shushes him from his spot next to Sam on the opposite wall. Sam's eyes go wide and he begins reprimanding Gabe for ditching school.
"That's my Angel." Dean smiles and nudges Cas' shoulder with his own.
Cas just blushes some more and fiddles with his hands in his lap. Dean can see Cas' ears burning bright red.
"I'm sorry, does that make you uncomfortable?"
"No!" Cas looks at Dean, still blushing.
Dean finds himself speechless as he stares at Cas, the younger boy's red cheeks offsetting his cerulean eyes. Dean licks his lips, wanting to lean over and-
"And you smiled and said to me are you gonna kiss me or not?"
Dean whips his head over to see Gabe holding his phone-which is what's playing Thompson Square-and trying desperately not to laugh. Dean, in response, rips off his shoe and throws it at the shortest member of their little hallway vigil.
"Gabe, we're in a hospital, turn that off," Sam chides him-and you'd think Sam was the older one here.
Gabe just pouts and turns it off, hurling Dean's shoe right back at him.
"You really want to start something, Gabe?!" Dean hisses, voice low.
Before Gabriel can respond, a nurse comes out of Adam's room, "He's awake, you can see him now, but remember that he's under the effect of a lot of drugs and is probably in a lot of pain."
Dean is up and in the room before anyone can respond, looking at his baby brother with worry. Adam smiles, a bit lop sided, but still a smile. Dean smiles back and steals the chair next to Adam's bed before anyone else can take it. He's kind of shocked to see Samandriel in the bed next to his brother, but he supposes that it's not that strange.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asks as everyone piles into the room.
"Like crap, but hey, free morphine, so it doesn't hurt so bad."
"What happened?" Sam asks.
Adam kind of half shrugs from his half-laying position, "It's all too much of a blur for me." The youngest Winchester looks to his friend.
"It all happened way too fast, sorry. I know he got stabbed a few times, but other than that, I've got nothing, sorry."
"No problem, I know how bad situations are."
Adam chuckles from his bed, "Yeah. 'Bad situations' is the understatement of the century, Dean."
"He's got a point." Gabe shrugs.
"I'm still mad at you." Dean glares at Gabe before turning to Adam.
"And you. Why didn't you tell us you were friends with Samandriel? I had to learn that from Cas, you know."
"I'm sorry I didn't want to introduce my pacifist only friend to my aggressive and scary older brothers?"
"Don' be silly, boy. If they scare away yer friend, I'll knock 'em upside the head." Bobby pitches in.
"Thanks, Bobby!"
"Does this mean I can finally come to one of your famous crazy dinners?" Samandriel asks from his side of the room.
"That depends." Dean states.
"On what?"
"You eat meat?" Bobby smacks him.
"Hey!"
"It don' matter!" he looks at Samandriel, "You can come by the next Saturday you're out of here."
"Thank you Mr. Singer." Samandriel smiles.